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He huffed a laugh, shaking his head lightly. "Hell, I don't know why you're here either." |
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"Yeah...I just wanted to make sure you were okay...Know what, this was a bad idea. I should go..." Amelia kind of turned towards the door again, but only partly. |
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"Stay, I need to ask a few things anyway." He mused with a yawn, sitting up with a wince. |
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Amelia turned around, startled. "Oh, um, okay." She sat down in a chair across from the hospital bed. "And be careful! If you move too much beofre your fully healed you'll make it worse!" |
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"Oh please, i'll be fine." He sighed, glancing over at her. "So, you sing?" |
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"Uh, yeah. That was my first real show though, so I'm hardly famous. That's what the old man had wanted. His granddaughter had heard my music, so he was trying to get a signature for her." Amelia looked around the room. He had been in here for days, and yet there were no flowers or anything. Almost as if no one had come to see him. No family. |
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He nodded, glancing out the window as his heart moniter beeped steadily. "Makes sense why I hadn't heard of you, Ms. Cyan. Speaking of, what's name? Because I know it ain't just Cyan." |
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"Amelia. Amelia Cyan. Your name's Marco.....what excatly?" she wanted to tell him that she new well what would happen if you overworked yourself with a fresh injury, but Lia didn't. Maybe later. But not now. Not yet. |
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"Romano, Marco Romano. Got a nice ring to it, if you ask me." He chuckled, still a bit high from his meds. |
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Amelia laughed. "Okay then, Marco Romano. Earlier you had claimed to be 'the best in the state'?" |
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